Last night Scott and I were laying on the couch and he fell asleep (He always blames me for wanting to go to bed early, but I think he likes it just as much as I do sometimes). I didn’t want to wake him up because he has been having a hard time getting comfortable the last couple of nights because his neck has been sore. I finished up a couple of things and got ready for bed by myself. He woke up a little after I had gotten into bed and didn’t want to wake me up so he decided to get ready for bed in the dark, including brushing his teeth. He told me that he couldn’t get any toothpaste to come out of the tube so he had to squeeze really hard. When he still couldn’t get any out he decided to turn on the light, thinking that maybe the cap wasn't off all the way or something. With the help of the light he was able to see that the cap was off and he did have toothpaste on his toothbrush... and in the sink... and all over the tube of toothpaste. When Scott told me the story I was laughing so hard, he certainly does put a smile on my face.